God Is A Gun



[eternal salvation suffers from enflation!!] sinner!

say what you need to save your soul, but don't fuck with me-im losing control,
im so tired of this, so sick of you. My tounge is battered & Bruised from all these attitudes.

so teach me the magick of your sacred pomes, conjuring a voice of signs & omens
phophicies guide the breeze, with syllables symbols breed. behind the eyes
we climb the vine, to sacrifice our wounded minds in soft wurd trances seek insanity,
i can't save you cuz i hate me

the lord is my weapon- i shall shoot pawns, woman is a devil-
[your] GOD IS A FRAUD
everyone you knew-everything you've ever done, suffer for your freedom
RISE & OVERCOME [sinner!]

say what you need to save your soul but leave your religion at the door
we're smoking all of Krsna's weed, im sick of these weak anarchies.
you see me as a place to make a bruise, but in my realiety im a slave to the muse.
fuck those hypocrites- together we'll fight, the tyranny of squares- SQUIGGLES UNITE

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All u sunners---and Blasphemers! BURN IN THE PIT!!SINNER!BURN!

[chorus]

save me WHY? SALVATION!!